Three days, three steaks, three nights. Due to the queue for these computers, I'll merely summarise.

Friday: arrived 8am from London via Madrid on Air Iberia, who stink. Awful food, awful service, uncomfortable plane, no entertainment. Cheap though. Got the hostel and had a few drinks. The hostel is nice enough and the rooms are comfortable. George had his card blocked (thanks HSBC!) and Dave's card wouldn't work for more than 50 quid at a time so we had to trek to HSBC tower to sort it out. After that, we went out to get our Creamfields tickets, and met an old guy in the queue who recommended a restaurant to us, so we went there and had a lovely starter, sublime steaks, pancakes filled with creamy chocolate and a fantastic 2003 malbec. Total cost for 3 hungry men: 30 quid each. On Friday night we went out with the hostel to an all right club and gurned at Argentinian women while celebrating our arrival by drinking double shots of paint stripper. BA is the boob-job capital of the world, and this is no bad thing in my book.

On Saturday afternoon we went to Creamfields, which is a huge dance music festival with about a hundred DJs playing to sixty thousand people. The whole thing was very well organised, which is all you really ask of a festival, except for the drinks system. As is often the case you had to queue to buy drinks tickets, but the queue was absurd, and they just shut the ticket booth when we had been queuing for about 40 minutes. I joined another queue and they did the same thing, and then George just pushed in 3/4 of the way to the front of a third just as they reopened my booth. Total time to get a beer: 80 minutes. Needless to say, we hit it hard and as the responsible parent I took them home by 1:40am, by which time the taxi prices had more than tripled.